What Easter means to me...
What Easter means to me…I agreed to be the guest blogger today (thanks Kelly!), Sunday, forgetting it was EASTER, way back on something like Wednesday, maybe Thursday. My memory is not so good since…I can’t remember when. That wasn’t supposed to be a hacky joke. I seriously can’t remember when I started considering myself a guy who can’t remember much further back than yesterday. I still don’t quite understand how it works – how it works that my memory doesn't quite work so well anymore...
I like to break things down. Helps me understand things better. And also ruins relationships. But that’s for another sacrilegiously timed guest blog entry. ANYWAY, I’ll break my problem down…First, I’d like to pinpoint the exact time at which my memory goes fuzzy. If that’s possible. Okay, so I CAN remember what I did this morning. I rose. From my bed. Not from a tomb. It’s not as noteworthy, I know. I’m not comparing myself to Jesus, I’m just saying that this morning we shared a verb. Okay, I rose, or got up. Had coffee. No yoga (sorry Kelly). Took some cute pics of my 8 month old daughter in a dress that looks like a fancy Easter egg and sent them off to her four sets of grandparents. Yes, four, it’s a long and not un-interesting story. I’ll tell you about it on Christmas.
Okay, before this morning was the nighttime, I slept. Got that down. Before that came last night, we had a dinner party with a couple that we’re very good friends with. Good times. Okay before that…before that…wow, it’s getting a bit fuzzy…it was Saturday, the afternoon it must’ve been, and I…we…must’ve gotten ready for the dinner party…but…how? ……….Trying to ..........................…………………………… remember …………………………….. ..…………………………nothing .....................................................................................nope………………………………………………………………….nada……………………………………frustrated……………………..can’t………………………….remember………..Dammit, so that’s it I guess. ‘Pinpoint in time’ test over-with. That wasn’t very far back, was it? …a bit disturbing…couldn’t really even cover the last 24 hours…you know what? I’m going to ask my girlfriend Leecia (who remembers much more information than I’m generally comfortable with her remembering) what it was that we did yesterDAY…and maybe that particular activity will be a clue as to why my memory became fuzzy at that non-particular time…
(Me yelling to the other room) “Leecia? What did I or we do yesterDAY?” … (Her from the other room) “We got ready for the dinner party!” “NO, before that!” “You sold your chandelier in the City!”…
That’s right! I did! I had this vintage chandelier that I sold on Craigslist. Drove into Manhattan and met this guy who came in from Jersey. He pulled up behind me, got out of his car, walked up to mine, I got out, took out the chandelier, he liked it, asked about the switch, I explained it to him, he said “great, I’ll take it”,we turned around to go to his car and a cop was writing him a ticket for being parked in a bus stop. His car was running, the door was open and he was standing not 10 feet away. It’s a tough city, this New York City…115 bucks! The chandelier was supposed to be $200. I felt bad and told him 175, he said “thanks”, reached into his pocket, could only produce 172, I said that’s fine and he went home with his $287 chandelier.
SO…seems somewhat of a noteworthy event to have just vanished into the thin air in my skull…Hmmm….what to make of it…I guess my conclusion is that we’re better off having a mate. If for nothing else, the memories.
Now, what was I writing about…oh yeah, what Easter means to me. Hmmm, honestly, I don’t like to discuss religion.
